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Gramma Nettie is THAT kind

Yes, I am that kind of Gramma.  The kind the kids hate to get gifts from because they know exactly what it is.  In my case, hand knitted socks from home spun and dyed wool yarn. 


Long about June or July, I trace around the little peoples feet, marking both the position of the ankle and the ball of the foot.  This one tracing gives me measurements for both mittens and socks.  Then I spin up the undyed wool. 


This last year, Red Boy was old enough at 3.5 years to help out a bit.  He was very curious about the process of spinning, and he really got a kick out of thwacking the freshly dyed yarn against the side of the house before setting out to dry.

Yet, when he opened up his gift, he looked so dejected and forlorn, he cried – loudly – and tossed them away.  Orange Boy quickly followed suit.  Yellow Boy is still to young, but he cried too!


I told their Momma that I expected them to get tired of socks at some point, perhaps at the ripe old age of nine, or so.  I just did not expect it to happen at 3.  My heart was broken, and try as I might, I did take it personally.  After all, this IS a competition for Granny supremacy!  My grand kids have to like me better than the other Gramma, right?  Now I think my chance for the title of Gramma of the year is jeopardized.  How can I repair this damage?


Then I got a text from my daughter … “Guess who wanted his Christmas stockings before bedtime?”  Woo-hoo!  Who’s your Gramma now!?

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Posted by on 26 December 2015 in clothes, feelings, Grandmothers, Handspun, Knit, Socks, Wool


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Gramma Nettie reviews The Visit (spoiler alert)

This is M. Night Shyamalan’s first movie of his own in the last 10 years.  Some reviewers had disparaging things to say about it, that it is not quite up to his usual calibre.  This movie has no supernatural entities fueling the craziness of the characters, which prompted one reviewer to say that everything the old couple did was explainable by normal aging processes.  My husband and I were one of the first to see this.  In fact, we were the only ones in the Matinee showing that day!


Becca and Tyler skype with their mother

Becca and Tyler visit their maternal grandparents for the first time.  Their mother left at a very young age under less-than-pleasant circumstances, but she refuses to divulge the cause of the rift.  Becca attempts to get forgiveness for her mother, to heal that chasm between them.  Shyamalan applies his typical twist to what seems a predictable course of events.  The old couple have strange rules, strange behaviours that the kids and their mother attribute to “normal” aging process.  But the viewer finds out differently.  The old man and woman are residents of the mental institution who have taken the place of the real grandparents.  The bizarre behaviours the kids see at night are the result of mental issues and sundowning.

The moral of the story comes out at the very end — never hold onto your anger.  Because the mother never let go of her anger with her own parents, the kids came into danger.  The daughter Becca seems to have heard this advice and attempts to heal her own anger with her father who abandoned them.

Bottom Line:  I enjoy Shyamalan movies.  I enjoy his originality and his plot twists.  I thought this movie was good.  As far as the scary bits, I can usually predict when the thing is about to happen, yet I admit I did jump out of my seat once when I didn’t see it coming.  I can’t recommend it for children mostly because it is a horror film, and the fake grandparents are killed in the end.  The grandmother had some nudity viewed from the back, but I wasn’t as concerned about that as it was in context of her bizarre behaviours.  But it was the killing scenes and the horror parts that I personally feel children don’t need to see.

“The Visit” (rated PG-13 for disturbing thematic material including terror, violence and some nudity, and for brief language).

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Posted by on 17 September 2015 in movie


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Gramma Nettie’s influence

My baby has a birthday.  I had to do some quick math to discover her age, now.  I always say that with five kids their ages are always changing, and one simply cannot expect me to remember all of these ever-changing years.


Great Grandmother photo by BillRuth

She is the mother of my two grandsons, and she is very competent at her job.  She was singing “It’s my party and I’ll sing what I want to.  Sing what I want to.  You would sing too, if it happened to you!”  Well, one of her friends pointed out that her words were not exactly what Lesley Gore sang in 1965.  Her response made my heart sing:  “My mother sang it that way, and so that’s what I sing.”

A woman has a surprising amount of influence on her children.  And on her grandchildren, it appears.  According to Susan Adcox, there are several things a grandmother can do to make a positive impact on them, including my favorite — valuing people above things.  Especially when a valuable item is broken, the first message should be “are you okay?”

I remember when I lived with my own grandmother for a year.  She explained how the rain makes the air smell different, better.  To this day, I think of her when I smell rain coming.  She introduced me to swordfish steaks, and to drying cheddar cheese on the counter (although I cannot remember what she was drying it for).  She gave my sisters and me big hugs when we arrived, and waved to us as we left until we were completely out of sight.  She taught me how to play rummy.  She was not perfect, and she wore baggy dresses with aprons and good sensible shoes.  Yet in my mind there was no other way for a Grandmother to look and be.  She was perfect to me. Understanding how I remember my own grandmother, I can appreciate (and, perhaps, guide) the perceptions my grandsons will have of me.

My plan is to influence them by reading to them; by introducing them to music with recorder and dulcimer; and by giving them their own family history so they know where they came from.  I want to teach them to cook what my mother called “soul food,”  usually red beans and rice.  She explained that her mother made this when there was nothing else available; that it was food “to keep body and soul together.”  I think of Momma when I serve this dish.  To me it is great food.  To her, she ate it because there was nothing else in the house.

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Gramma Nettie the RockStar photo by daughter

I want my grandchildren to remember me every time they listen to classical music, or every time they repeat one of my favorite phrases that I learned from my own mother.

Ready or not, like it or not, I am an influence to my grandchildren.  I must choose which direction that influence will take.


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Older woman cartwheel activist

This is an older woman who uses her ability to perform cartwheels (ending in splits, no less) to show her passion.  The story does not elaborate on what her passion is — or i simply missed the point of her cartwheeling demonstration.

The headlines make it seem like the poor old woman is forbidden to do cartwheels in public.  When you read the story, however, you find that the big-wigs do not want her performing cartwheels in the meetings.  That is a major difference.  I would love to see her doing her happy dance in the public park — or on the grassy areas betwixt the sidewalk and the road.

In the meeting hall is a different story.  The news media takes her side — poor creativity-squelched woman — but lets look at this from an attendee’s viewpoint.  I am sitting there, half asleep listening to the blah blah blah of reports and such.  Suddenly WHOOSH a blur of red circles past my vision.  After my heart attack, i realize that a female has just endangered my life.

I don’t blame the leaders for asking her to refrain from wheeling in the courthouse.  Neither do I blame her for her passion.  Perhaps she should hold a cartwheel-a-thon to raise awareness for her cause.

This story certainly takes a particular bias.  It is written to highlight the woman’s plight in a way that seems discriminatory.  They wrote in a way that made me think poorly of the local leaders, yet I feel they were doing the right thing.

The story does not mention if she is a grandmother or not, but she is certainly old enough.  Oh yes — she is working on backflips, now.


Posted by on 5 June 2014 in exercise, expression, Grandmothers


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Article: Sacha Goldberger – Explore Create Repeat – by 4ormat

I ran across this and thought it was funny, and fun.  Then I wondered … what if grandson #1 did this with HIS gramma?

Sacha Goldberger – Explore Create Repeat – by 4ormat

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Posted by on 21 April 2014 in Grandmothers


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Waving Goodbye

Recently, my daughter came to visit me at my new home. We had a great visit, and had a lot of fun with my grandson and with his aunt and uncle (my other two children). We got time to talk about plans for the future, and just to visit. Nothing unusual.

Nothing, that is, until it was time to leave. I kissed and hugged everybody goodbye at the doorway, and walked back into the house. But then, that niggling feeling that I had forgotten something very important came to me. I had to rush out of the house in my bare feet so I could wave my daughter and son-in-law and my grandson out the driveway. It took a long time to figure out why this seemed so important to me. Then it came to me.

0000WA~1photo by W.V.

About every four years or so, my mom and dad drove a great distance to visit my mom’s mother. We would visit for a week, or two weeks. And when it came time to leave, I would look back to see my grandmother standing in the yard, waving to us until we could no longer see her. I hadn’t thought about this for a long time, but it became imperative that I do the same thing. I had to do “The Grandmother Thing,” and wave to them until I could no longer see them. Even though they live about 15 minutes away, I HAD to do this thing.

Because I am a Grandmother.


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